“Blurry,” Martha replied, “Weird.”
“Try walking,” Martha suggested and Sarah found she could walk straight but everything was blurred. Julia returned, “It was an MB, was the top tight?”
“Yes lovely and..” Sarah broke off. Marcus just wanted her money, her image, approval, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, Victor just used her for finance, for access to funds for his scams, so she kept him at arms length at present, until she had firmed up her plans. She took a cab. “It’s Magnetic,” Martha explained, “powerful magnets in the feet and head, thats why it stands up on metal, OK” she asked as she slid the locker shut. “Can you pull them out, your hand should be right by it.” Martha suggested. The shoes were mere skeletons, the heels immense, but Martha insisted and Sarah had to put them on and then with a leather collar around her neck Martha led Sarah out to her public. She thrust herself against the soft pillow, the rock hard dildo within pressing her clit
